Skinny Love - Newtmas

Chapter Fourteen

A few of you were asking so real quick I just wanted to say I don't write smut:)

"Newt?" I shout over the music. He throws his head back and laughs at something the guy next to him said. "Newt!" Pushing past a few people I grab Newt's arm and he jerks around too look at me.

"Oh hey!" He shouts. "Hi Thomas!"

I furrow my eyebrows. "Come on
Newt let's go."

He pulls away from me and laughs, "no way! I'm having fun!" Everyone around us starts cheering and laughing. Rolling my eyes I reach out to grab his arm again but before I can wrap my fingers around him he reaches up to grab a shot from the counter the bartender just set in front of him. Before I can stop him he downs it and coughs into his arm.

The guy next to him claps him on the back and I shoot him a glare. "We're leaving now. C'mon Newt," I shout over the music and grab his arm once again.

"Hey what do you think you're doing?" The guy next to Newt (who isn't wearing a shirt by the way) stands up and crosses his arms over his chest.

"Leaving," I say sternly.

"Does he want to leave?"

"Well he's my boyfriend so when I say we're leaving. We're leaving." At the mention of boyfriend the guy rolls his eyes but sits back down.

Taking a deep breath I pull Newt out of his chair, this time he doesn't resist. "Hey buddy! One of you has to pay," the bartender shouts at me.

Groaning I grab my wallet from my pocket. "How much?"

"Fourty-seven."

"Are you fucking kidding me? God Newt how much did you drink?" I grumble. Slamming a fifty dollar bill on the counter and pulling Newt along behind me towards the exit.

Stumbling through the crowd Newt keeps trying to talk to people but nobody answers him. "Newt just shut up okay? Let's just get out of here."

Pulling newt behind me we finally reach the door and I shove my way outside into the brisk air. Thankfully it's stopped snowing but it's still freezing cold.

"Newt what were you thinking? If I hadn't have come here what would've happened to you? What if that guy would've done down thing to you!" I turn around to face him, gripping his arm tighter.

"Ow," he mumbles, shaking of my hand and rubbing his arm. Sighing I run my hands through my hair.

"C'mon let's just get you home." I'm not sure I'm mad at Newt for coming here, or mad at myself for being the reason he did. What if something would've happened to him?

He nods and starts walking beside me, stumbling every few feet so I grab him arm again so he doesn't fall over completely.

"Are you mad at me?" He asks finally.

"Newt I'm-" my voice comes out harsh and I take a deep breath, softening my tone, "I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at myself...I'm just happy I found you."

Newt laughs softly. "How can you be mad at yourself?"

Rolling my eyes I ignore his question. "I'm sorry Tommy," he says quietly. "This is all my fault." He slows down his pace and starts walking behind me. Slowing down beside him I don't release his arm.

"It's not your fault Newt." My voice is small but he hears me.

"You said you wanted a fun boyfriend, and I'm a boring boyfriend. Fun boyfriends do stuff like drink! And party! I just wanted to be fun for you!" His voice slurs as he talks.